Colonel Song Shuang interrupted Lin Peiwen's words and said categorically: "Boss Lin, we have words first, and we do not interfere in each other's internal affairs. When Colonel Song Shuang said this, he softened his tone: "But you can rest assured, no matter what we do, as long as something happens, the Khmer Rouge will take it all out and will never pull the Star Dragon Gang into the water." ”

After receiving this assurance, Lin Peiwen immediately said: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not an unrighteous person. ”

"Boss Lin, the cooperation between us is to let each other earn enough money, and nothing else. There are certain things that I don't need you to be angry. To put it mildly, you're just an underworld, you can't afford to play our game, and there's no need to play it. ”

Lin Peiwen smiled and hung up the phone without saying anything more.

Pang Jindong also put down his headphones and smiled confidently.

（…… The new location that Lin Peiwen arranged for Colonel Song Shuang was in a neighborhood near the outskirts of the city. The transportation here is very inconvenient, so the houses do not sell well, and most of the residents who have moved here are retired old people.

Before leaving, Pang Jindong simply put on makeup and put on a baseball cap, with a very low brim. If it were someone else, it would probably be that he would also wear a pair of sunglasses, but Pang Jindong would never do this, because such an image is tantamount to telling others: "I am suspicious." ”

Based on the need for safety, many people who work in special jobs often need to disguise themselves. The real clever disguise is to let others see you, and then you will quickly forget it. If you attract the attention of others, no matter how exquisite makeup skills are, you can't completely cover your original appearance. Especially today, with the development of computer graphics technology, it is very easy to make a puzzle based on the memories of witnesses, or to reverse the true face of Lushan according to a photograph that has been easily disguised.

That said, being obscure, unobtrusive, and keeping a low profile as much as possible is the key to safety.

It is precisely because of this, contrary to the assumptions of many people, that for example, the CIA of country M and the KGB of the former SL are required to be as beautiful as possible for the selection of ordinary intelligence and secret service personnel, because their most powerful weapon is posture. When recruiting men, preference is given to those who are not good-looking. But anyone who is tall, handsome and handsome will definitely be eliminated as soon as possible. It is absolutely impossible for a person like 007 to save zài in real life, and even if he has saved zài, he has already used his tragic death to verify the above-mentioned iron rules. Of course, what is ugly enough to attract the attention of others will also be eliminated.

Pang Jindong came to the house where the stronghold was located, looked around to see that there was no one, and then knocked on the door.

"Who?" a low question came from inside, and the cat's eye on the door was still shining brightly just now, but it was blocked at this time.

Pang Jindong immediately replied: "Sent by Boss Lin!"

The people inside sneered and asked, "Who is Boss Lin?"

Hearing this, Pang Jindong suddenly realized that there should be an incision between the Star Dragon Gang and the Khmer Rouge to prove his identity, and this is exactly what Pang Jindong neglected. But thinking of the few contacts with the Star Dragon Gang, I also know a little bit about their internal black words.

Pang Jindong did the same, hammered his chest with his right hand, and then said: "Xinglong does things, he does what he says." In an instant, Pang Jindong felt that he looked stupid.

The person inside hesitated for a moment and asked, "What the hell is the matter with you?"

Pang Jindong realized that the words just now convinced the other party of his identity as the Star Dragon Gang, but he still failed to make the incision to make the other party believe that he was coming for the Khmer Rouge. Thinking of this, Pang Jindong changed his mind and replied, "I'm looking for the boss!"

There were a few low conversations inside, and I couldn't hear what it was. After a while, the people inside said to Pang Jindong: "You probably look for the previous owner, they have already left, and we just moved in." ”

"Sorry to interrupt. Pang Jindong said a word, and then turned around and left.

Pang Jindong immediately went home to get a set of master keys, and then came to the door again.

In the minds of many people, the so-called master key should have a fixed appearance and shape, that is, a key that cannot be locked or opened. Actually, the master key is a general term for a set of combined toggle tools made of many steel wires, iron hooks and tooth molds. Its English translation is "lily key", which means "a key made up of a hundred lock-picking tools".

This kind of thing first appeared in Europe, but there has been no complete and accurate and professional translation of the name in China for a long time. Directly or indirectly influenced by China's traditional humanistic culture and traditional concepts, people call it the "master key". However, in the lock industry, it is relatively specialized and summarized as "technical opening".

In fact, the principle of the master key is very simple, that is, to use a variety of toggle tools, use some mechanical principles, and use ingenuity to toggle the lock cylinder to achieve the purpose of opening all kinds of locks without obvious traces without destructiveness.

This means that having a master key does not necessarily mean that the lock can be unlocked, and the user needs to have sufficient skills. The different technical level of the user makes the lock that can be opened by the same master key different.

The better the master key, the more tools it contains, and the more complex it is to use. Pang Jindong's set of keys was exclusive to the FBI, and many of the tools were designed to be quite clever and of very good quality, and they were called the best in the world at the time. Although several years have passed and the technology has developed again, this set of keys is enough to open a general lock.

It's just that learning is like sailing against the current, although Pang Jindong received strict training at the beginning, he has not used it for many years, and he will inevitably regress. And now the lock is more secure and more complicated to open.

In the mood to give it a try, Pang Jindong quietly drummed up. Pang Jindong must be opened in the shortest possible time, and the longer the time drags on, the greater the chance of being discovered. If someone comes out inside during this process, or someone from outside comes in, Pang Jindong will be arrested on the spot. But at the same time, Pang Jindong couldn't make too much noise, so as not to arouse the vigilance of the people inside.

After about ten minutes, only a slight "click" was heard, and Pang Jindong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his forehead was already full of beads of sweat at this time.

Pang Jindong wiped his face, put on gloves, took out a pistol, quietly opened the door and went in, and then closed the door again.

After entering the door, there is a corridor, next to the bathroom, Pang Jindong just entered, a person walked out of the bathroom with his pants, and he was stunned when he saw Pang Jindong.

Pang Jindong didn't wait for the other party to react, and opened a hole in his forehead with a shot.

A stream of blood came out, and the man's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes were dull, and his body leaned weakly against the wall.

Pang Jindong quickly grabbed the other party's shoulders, took him to the bathroom, and carefully lay down on the ground.

In order to avoid attracting the attention of others, Pang Jindong had to tiptoe every time. He walked into the living room and saw three people busy there. Pang Jindong shot one by one, and before the other party could react, he was all killed.

Immediately afterwards, Pang Jindong searched the entire house and found a woman sleeping with her head covered in a bedroom. Pang Jindong put the gun to her temple.

The pressure brought by the cold barrel made the woman feel very uncomfortable, and she snorted dullly and slowly opened her eyes.

When she saw Pang Jindong's unfamiliar face, the woman immediately became nervous, and she opened her mouth to shout.

Pang Jindong hurriedly covered her mouth and told her: "Don't shout, your people are dead." ”

A frightened look shot into the woman's eyes, and her facial expression distorted.

Pang Jindong said: "I let go of my hand now, don't you shout, do you hear?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

However, as soon as Pang Jindong took his hand away, the woman screamed loudly, mixed with a few words of Cambodian.

In this case, Pang Jindong almost instinctively pulled the trigger. The woman's body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted, and then stopped moving. The blood gradually oozed out, soaking on the white sheets, like a blooming rose.

Seeing that there was no other work in the house, Pang Jindong returned to the living room to see what those people were doing just now.

As Pang Jindong had predicted, those people were making bombs. Based on experience, Pang Jindong concluded that these were roadblock bombs, which were usually set up on highways to attack passing vehicles, and it was this type of bomb that the troops of Country M often enjoyed in Iraq.

In an instant, Pang Jindong vaguely realized that what these people did had nothing to do with him, but what were they going to do.

Pang Jindong reset these bombs to limit their power. Because Pang Jindong needs to destroy this place to eliminate any evidence that may be unfavorable to him, but he is not willing to harm the innocent residents around him. Then, Pang Jindong combined the bomb with a timing device, and the napalm he brought with him, distributed it in all corners of the house.

After doing this, Pang Jindong left calmly.

About twenty minutes after Pang Jindong left, there was a loud bang from the building where the Khmer Rouge stronghold was located, and thick smoke broke through the window and shot out. The entire building shook violently, and pieces of building materials kept falling. The explosion also caused a fire, and the raging fire snake devoured a qiē in a frenzy.

But despite looking so terrifying on the surface, Pang Jindong is very measured in his heart. He watched from afar, made a call to 119, and left.

After returning home, Pang Jindong took off all the clothes and shoes he had just wore, threw them into the garbage incinerator, and burned them clean.

After solving this matter, Pang Jindong was relieved and went out to buy a car for himself.

When Pang Jindong came back in a Subaru Forester at night, he found that Lin Peiwen always looked at him with a strange gaze.

"What, jealous of my new car?" Pang Jindong asked jokingly.

Lin Peiwen snorted lightly and said disdainfully: "The most expensive car is only more than 300,000 yuan, and I will drive my Hummer over in a few days." ”

"Park in the yard, don't put it in the garage. ”

"Your garage is big enough!"

"But I don't want to use it for you!"

Lin Peiwen didn't care about this sentence at all, suddenly changed the topic, and asked, "What did you do today?"

"Didn't you see it, buy a car!"

Lin Peiwen asked again: "That's all you do?"

"Can you manage it?!" Pang Jindong replied dissatisfiedly.

The TV news in the evening reported that the explosion had occurred, saying that the police initially deduced that it might be caused by a gas leak. This shows that the power of the explosion was just right, just enough to destroy a qiē in the stronghold, so that the police could not find a single clue. In addition, according to the information revealed in the news, the surrounding residents only suffered a little flesh wound.

Looking at the scene on TV, Pang Jindong let out a long sigh. He originally thought that this matter could be over, but he didn't expect that in the middle of the night, Colonel Song Shuang called him.

"I'm Colonel Song Shuang. Colonel Song Shuang reported to his home, and his voice was still low.

"What's the matter with you?" Pang Jindong's heart faintly rose with an ominous premonition.

"Let's get straight to the point, a few of the people I left in the country were killed. ”

Hearing this, Pang Jindong gasped. Colonel Song Shuang's behavior is certainly vicious, but in a certain way, he acts very neatly. He never shy away from anything he did. Even before they do it, they will give a warning to the other party. Because he needs his actions to constitute some kind of effect in order to achieve his own ends.

Based on Pang Jindong's understanding of Colonel Song Shuang, since he was able to make this call, it means that the car bomb may have nothing to do with him at all. This made Pang Jindong's heart rise a series of question marks: "Am I being used to deal with the Khmer Rouge? Or is there someone else who is the murderer?"

Pang Jindong calmed down and asked, "Why are you talking to me about this?"

"I want you to tell me the truth, whether this matter has anything to do with you. ”

"Why did you come to ask me?"

"Because as far as I know, you are the only one who is closest to them and can pose a threat to them!"

"You should say that they are also the closest people to me who can pose a threat to me!"

"Jerry, our business is over, and I have a lot of work to do now, and I have no interest in bringing up that little bit of unhappiness again. But if you want to do that, I can accompany you. ”

"It really has nothing to do with me. After a pause, Pang Jindong said, "How do you know that this is not a government act?"

"I'll find out!" said Colonel Song Shuang, and hung up the phone.

After putting down the phone, Pang Jindong lay on the bed and pondered. After a long time, Pang Jindong's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, and he immediately called Jin Lingling: "Where are you?"

"What are you doing?" Jin Lingling asked angrily.

"Hide immediately, the killer's target is not me, but you!"